Kleenex

You stole my hands
Of which I do not hold against you
Yours were broken
And mine were numb
Just make sure you return them in working order
I want them numb just like you got them
No feeling of pain or fear
No sense of shame or worry
Cold and dying
On their way to the silver gate
They left me willingly
Knowing no greatness lie here
Foreseeing the dead ends
And stalls in progress
They left me here alone
With no way to blow my nose
And nothing to grasp the tissue with